Previously on LDHD: Abandon your nests and your nuts -- and get the hell outta Dodge! Aliens have landed! Aliens from the fifth dimension!" (Photo by J.M. Hilton)

"You mean we're, like, on a Stoned Soul Picnic?" (Photo by J.M. Hilton)

"They're not aliens! They're GHOSTS...ghosts of prehistoric COYOTES. Run, you fools...run!" (Photo by J.M. Hilton)

"MacGregor, this is Sally back at the studio. What the kennel is going on out there on Mastiff Moor?" (Photo by J.M. Hilton)

"Chaos, Sally....delicious, bankable chaos! We've got packs of dogs, clowders of cats, drays of squirrels, droves of pigs, teams of wild horses, leaps of leopards, tribes of goats, at least one business of ferrets, murders of crows, and a cackle of hyenas -- all in full panic mode. It just doesn't get any better than this!" (Photo by J.M. Hilton)

"But what's causing the wild and wicked mayhem?" (Photo by J.M. Hilton)

"Well, that's the thing, Sally. Nobody really knows for sure." (Photo by J.M. Hilton)

"HELP!!!!!" (Photo by J.M. Hilton)

"This is Sally King-Charles for LDHD semi-instant news. We take you now to Icarus MacGregor, who's been out all night on desolate Mastiff Moor for reasons he'd probably rather not talk about. At any rate, he's come across a couple of local crackpots who insist they've seen a UFO, or some such blathering nonsense. Really stretching the leash a tad this time, eh, MacGregor?" (Photo by J.M. Hilton)

"Hello, Sally. I'm here with the Bassets, two typical -- and highly reliable -- denizens of Lincoln Park. They were staggering home from a jolly good night at the local pub when they heard -- well, what exactly did you hear after you left the pub, Mr. B.?" (Photo by J.M. Hilton)

"We like to refer to them as bars in this part of the country, son."/"Oh, hush, brother. After all, it was I who heard the melancholy wail what froze me very stifles. Hark! There it is again." (Photo by J.M. Hilton)

"HELP!!!!!" (Photo by J.M. Hilton)

"By Dog! I smell a harness-ripping conspiracy here, and must hie myself to Mastiff Moor with undue haste." (Photo by J.M. Hilton)

A brief history of Mastiff Moor: "An evil place it is out there -- haunted by a pack of the Devil's own hounds!" (Photo by J.M. Hilton)

"The ghost of Sherlock Forelock walks the moor at midnight! No sane creature would venture out there alone after dark!" (Photo by J.M. Hilton)

"I believe the operative word here is SANE." (Photo by Steph J.)

"HELP!!!!!" (Photo by J.M. Hilton) Story to be continued....

A cold moon rises over Mastiff Moor, while a plaintive cry for help goes all but unnoticed....(Photo by J.M. Hilton)

"Hold on! I think I hear something!"/"Nonsense, my dear. Everyone has fanciful notions when they cross the moor at night. It's only the wind!" (Photo by J.M. Hilton)

"HELP!!!!!" (Photo by J.M. Hilton) Story to be continued....